Danny made a slight clearing of his throat and felt his skin heat up with the way she eyed him. It wasn't an unwelcome look, but he did become more self-conscious of what he was wearing. And did he remember to even look in the mirror today? Did his tiny studio apartment even have a mirror? Danny couldn't recall just then.
"Thanks," he said when the chair was offered and he took the seat, shrugging at the question. "To be honest, there's not much to know." Danny absently ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. "Born in Mexico, traveled around getting odd jobs, wanted to try out the whole "sanctuary city" deal." He made the quotation marks known with his two fingers in the air.
"Just haven't really found a place I liked enough to stay put for very long, I guess. I mean--" he amended with a smirk "--Not that I'm planning on cutting out any time soon or anything."